Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

"well, nature often does not lie, mahler. even when we stumble, there is always recovery. i find you wonderful." pain was temporary, although it weighed heavily on the heart and mind. while it felteverlasting, life went on even when tragedy strikes. gracious had lived through the ocean of life for 6 years now, surviving torrential storms and hurricanes and tsunamis, where she did not have one moment where her breath wasn't stained with the brine of salt.

she found herself intrigued yet again by the amethyst stare and the quiet words of her eisen as she began to work on her fishy half. in a way, gracious found another way she connected to the man, as if the two were wired the same way in the brain. their perception, their ability to sense change and catch the little details -- it was another thread that tired herself to mahler in an invisible way. for the pack, the family, to feel both big and small was a perplexing concept at first for gracious to understand. but after a moment of thinking silently, she nodded her head.

"we have lost many on the way to this very moment." faces came and went; she could not deny the hurt she felt knowing some wolves would forever be gone from her life. it was the lingering doubt of never seeing familiar faces that kept gracious awake at night. "but we have brought so much life into the spire with these mothers. wylla, nyx, and now star. we are growing once again."

she paused for a moment, thinking and thinking just a bit more. "but this almost sounds like it is beyond the number of wolves we have. have you felt... alone here in the spire, mahler?"